The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-07-01


the light of intelligence and good morals.
1t was beautiful tableau when in our
city a swarthy policeman having picked
up a lost child in the street, was found
appeasing its cries with a stick of candy
he had bought at the apple stand. That
was well done and beautifully done.
But, ohl these thousands of little on es
through our streets, who are crying for
the bread of knowledge and intelligen ce.
Shall we not give it to theIng
The officers of the law ought to go down
into the cellars, and up into the garrets,
and bring out these benighted little ones,
and put them under educational in
1uences; after they have passed through
the bath and under the comb, put fore
them the spelling-boolS and teach them
to read the Lords Prayer and the Sermon
on the Mount.
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs Is
the kingdom of Heaven.
Our city ought to be father aud mother
both to these outcast little ones. AS re-
ceipe for the cure of much of the woe
and want and crime Of our city, give
the words which Thorwal sen had chis-
eled on the open scroll in the hand of the
statue of John Gutenberg, the inventor
of the art of printing;
Let there be light.
Still further: Reformatory societies are
an important element in the rectihcation
of the public fountains. Without calling
any of them by name, l refer more espe-
cially to those which recognize the physi-
cal as well as the moral woes of the
world. There was pathos and a great
deal of common sense in what the poor
woman said to Dr. Guthrie when he was
telling her what very good woman she
ought to be.
'tOh," she said, 'if you were as hungry
and cold as 1 am, you could think of moth
ing else"
Ibelieve the great want of our city is
the gospel and som eth ing to eat Faith
and repentance are of infinite Importance (;
but they can not satisfy an empty
stomach You have to go forth in this
work with the bread of eternal life in
your right hand, and the bread of this life
in your left hand, and then you can touch
them, initiating the Lord Jesus Christ,
who first broke the bread and fed the null
tiude in the wilderness, and then began to
preach, recognizing the fact that while
people are hungry they will not listen, and
they will not repent. We want more
common sense in the distribution OF our
charities; fewer magnificent theories,
more hard work.
Still further: The great remedial in
fluence is the Gospel of Christ. Take that
down through the lanes Of suff 9ring.
Take that down amid tho novels OF sin.
Take that up amid the mansions and
palaces of your city. That is the salt that
can cure all the poisoned fountains of
public iniquity.
Do you know that in this cluster OF
three cities, New York, Jersey City and
Brooklyn, there are great multitudes OF
homeless childreni You sec I speak
more in regard to tho youth and the chill
dren Of the country, because old villains
are seldom reformed, and therefore talk
more about the little ones. They sleep
under the stOops. in the burned-out safe,
in the wagons in the streets, on the
barges, wherever they can get a board tc
cover them. And in the summer they
sleep all night long in the parks. Theii
destitution is well set forth by an Incl
dent.
A city missionary asked one of them;
"Where is your homel"
Said he: ~ don't have no home, sir"
''Well, where are your father and
mother?n
'They are dead, sir"
''DId you ever hear Of Jesus Christi"
@No, don't think ever heard of him. u
''Did you ever hear of Godl"
eyes, i we heard of God. Some poor
people think it kind Of lucky at night u
say something over about that before
| they go TO sleep. Yes, sir, have heard
Of him"
Think of a conversation like that in 4
Christian city.
How many are waiting for you to come
out in the spirit Of the Lord Jesus Chris
and rescue them from their wretched
| nessl Oh that the Church of God hat
arms long enough and hearts warn
enough to tak3 thom upI How many o
them there arei AS l was thinking Of
| the subj 3ct this morning, it seemed to nj
| as though there was a great brink, anC
a
feet, were coming on toward it. AnC
here is a group Of orphans. o fathers
| and mothers, what do you think Of these
fatherIess and motherless little onesf NJ
hand at home to take care of their ap
| parel, no heart to pity them. Said one liz
| tie one when the mother died:
''Who will take care Of my clothes
now9"
The little ones are thrown out in thi
| great cold world. They are shivering OF
the BRINK like lambs on the verge of
| precipice. Does not your blood run cole
as they go over itl
And here is another group that comei
on toward the precipice. They are chill
dren Of besotted parents. They are wors'
OF than orphans. Look at that pale cheek
woe bleached It, Look at that cash eros
the forehead; the father struck It. Hear
| that heart-piercing cry; a drunkeT
mothers blasphemY compelled it. AnC
| we come out and we say:
30 ye suffering, peeled and blisterec
ones, we come to help you"
'SToo latep' cry thousands Of voices
1.-THE path we travel is steep down, anc
we can't stop. Too latei"
And we catch our breath and we make
a terrific outcry. ''Too late 70 is echoed
gin-shop and from the brothel ITO
lateP' It is too late, and they go over.
Here is another group, an army Of neg
| lected children. They come on toward thu
brink, and every time they step one hun
dred thousand hearts break. The ground
is red with the blood Of their feet. The
air is heavy with their groans. Theil
ranks are being filled up from all Tho
| houses of iniquity aud shame. Skeleton
despair pushes them on toward the brink
| The death-knell has already begun u
toll, and the angels Of God hover like
birds over the plunge OF a cataract
| While these children are on the brink
they halt, and throw out their hands and
cry.
'Helpl helpr'
o Church OF God, win you helpi Mei
and women bought by the blood Of tn
| Son Of God, viii you helpi while Chris
| cries from the Heavens:
Save them from going down; I am the ran
som.
/ stopped on the street and just locke
| at the face Of one Of those little ones
| Have you ever examined the faces Of tn
neglected children Of the poor3 Othe
children have gladness in their faces
When a group Of them rush across thl
road it seems as though a spring gust hat
unlOosened an orchard Of apple blossoms
But these children Of the poor. There il
but little ring in their laughter, and d
stops quick, as though some bite
memory tripped it, They have an olt
walk They do not skip or run up on tht
lumber just for the pleasure Of leap
ing down. They never bath
ed IN tho mountain stream
They never waded IN the brook for peb
bles. They never chased the butterfg
across the lawn, putting their hat right
down where IL was last before. Child